Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... I don't for a moment believe that you'd have ever sought this kind of an arrangement on your own. But it is both my assessment and now my decision that you will allow me to turn you into a slut because at heart, at the core of your nature, you are a slut and a submissive and a slave and it pleases me to cultivate this capacity in you.

"As in all decisions I make on your behalf, your choice is to submit to my will or withdraw your consent to be my slave. But let me be clear, I will give you to other men for this kind of treatment, at my discretion, and you will accept them without question. Now I'm going to take out the gag. No questions.'

"And that's how it's been ever since. Guys show up, or I'm being beaten by Master and all of a sudden, there's somebody else using me. And you know what? Master was right. I mean nevah, nevah would I have ever even considered trying to work out this kind of gig on my own. I mean, I might like kink but I wasn't a whore, you know? But fuckin A - I'll be Master's fucking little whore! I love it when these guys show up and it's just so clear. No questions. No dance. I'm cooking. I'm cleaning. I'm reading a book. Then there's a knock on the door and my cunt gets wet. I open the door. I'm naked, right!? I'm always naked at home, right? and I just open the door. And they walk in and I'm theirs to use because Master wa

nts me to be his pain loving, cum sucking little slut. God! I just fucking love my life with Master!"

Claire had been ...

... mesmerized during the conversation and astonished that Mrs. Lester was such a dedicated slut. Her own pathway to being a slut had been quite different. She'd always been one! Her drive had always just been too strong to worry about convention. But this idea that Mr. Lester hadturned Kay into a slut was incredibly arousing to her. "And you never had another conversation about any of this?"

"Well, not too long after that first time, I just couldn't stand it. I spent half the day working up my courage and finally I asked him, 'Sir doesn't it make you jealous?'

"He looked at me kinda half annoyed for a bit and said, 'Doesn't what make me jealous?'"

"''Uh, well, I'm your wife and someone else is fucking me?' Kinda like 'Duh?'

"He took my hand and I'm like 'oh shit, here it comes!' And it did, sort of. What he did though, was, he tied me to the bench and went and got the tawse. Then he walked back over and he says:

"Who am I?"

I said 'You're my husband' and Wham! He hits my ass.

"Who am I?'

"I'm like freaking out now. Shit, my mind went blank and Wham! He hits me again, and again. Wham, Wham, Wham. I mean he's just really whaling on me. He's hitting my ass, my thighs, even right up on my cunt and I got no fucking idea now what to say. I'm just screaming and he just keeps asking:

"'Who am I, Who am I?" And I finally get my head out of my ass and I say 'You're my Master! You're my Master!' And he says, 'better.' Then Wham! He fucking hits me again."

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